It's a sensual delight like none other.
I revel in the diet based varying volume and sheer bodaciousness of my farts...
I feel a sense of orgasmic glory in ripping those farts that betray the heartiness of what I had for dinner.
I am extravagantly gaseous and elated by the emissions that leave me with a forceful biological thunder.
I am in bliss.
The pleasure is limitless.
Uncontained.
Whole.
Do some depth charges in the bathtub.
~fap~fap~fap~fap~fap~ 8===D~#~~#~~~# ( )@( )
Raised by Wolves or something
This kind of talk. Is exactly why I won't make a account
I'm above this
If I wanted to talk like this I would be in the oil and gas sector with the rest of the pigs
Keep shit real
(04-22-2022, 03:51 AM)Guest Wrote: [ -> ]This kind of talk. Is exactly why I won't make a account
I'm above this
You're permanently banned from having an account and you have been for years.
Doesn't matter if you make one, it'll never be activated for you.
It's nothing personal, it's just the rules that apply to you based off your past behavior. Plenty of other people are also banned from having accounts.
I'd wear them in acid green, but they gotta be full length.
Also, film it in a four poster bed with the curtains down.
(04-22-2022, 10:37 AM)Dark Dick Wrote: [ -> ]...your patreon.
Remains and will likely always remain as the single greatest internet experience of my life. Not hyperbole. I'm pretty sure that 99.9% of the people here have no fucking clue what they missed. That shit was like something out of a dream. I wish I could just be in the moment with gratitude and just stay in that pocket, but my scorpio nature takes over; the need to progress, grow together, delve deeper... just a constant source of despair for me in this context. But I have the memories of it now, and I cherish that time. But truly, if I could just be in the aforementioned pocket, this would've or could've been heaven, or at least brushed up against one of the rosy cheeks of heaven, if not between it and the other cheek.
(04-26-2022, 11:51 PM)Atma Wrote: [ -> ]I'm pretty sure that 99.9% of the people here have no fucking clue what they missed.
They don't have a clue...
I'll never ever forget the moment a vaccine needle was three inches from my arm, and you messaged me on Patreon... and my phone produced a notification chime, and for some reason the nurse stopped and looked at my phone, and then looked at me, fully pausing, and I reached over and picked it up, stared at the message, and showed it to her:
Quote:Dude... I feel like you're about to get vaccinated... I'm praying for you...
And I was like "Sorry to have wasted resources, but I'm out of here."
And she literally said: "You've got an angel looking out for you."
The nurse said that to me.
Anyway, we both have good taste. We both know that the content you uploaded to that platform was some of your most awesome shit to date. It left such a void when it was taken down, because that's how good it was.
Ain't no sunshine when she's gone.
But now I can be grateful in hindsight. I got to witness that shit, man.
It was
actually special.
Facts.
I'm starting to realize that so much of my happiness is born on the back of despair. Like what you did with my account today. The joy it brought me is absurd. The feeling is in my heart chakra. It's just this huge glow of a feeling. Not unlike sunlight; but beaming from the inside out. Shit just doesn't feel right when I go too long without Interstellar contact.
(04-27-2022, 12:57 AM)Chatwoman Wrote: [ -> ]Such poignant reminiscing on a thread about flatulence, but I guess that's Interstellar for you...
Bahaha...
Shit.
On THAT note...
I mean, WHILE I'm being sentimental...
Let me just say this here, regarding something that happened three weeks ago.
I'm going to say it to you psychically, and with an emote:
Love you.